Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.
William Blake’s [The Marriage of Heaven and Hell , published 1793]
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A good shot among the daisies – resisting the peacock’s feathers
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Thanks Derrick.
I am glad at least one agrees to my choice 🙂
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Fabulous words of Wisdom and each one was true in themselves. Too good, and such a lovely picture, Rupali.
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Thanks Kamal
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Welcome Rupali
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what a majestic pic and lovely poem!
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Thank you Kate.
I should have spend more time in that garden 😀
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yes it’s difficult to relax when you see so many good photos to be taken 🙂
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😀
I watched them for a while though but couldn’t resist taking photos.
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One of my fave Blake poems.
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Oh so beautiful 😀
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Many thanks Cee.
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What a beautiful, beautiful shot!
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You think so!
Thanks a lot Laurie
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Beautiful capture!
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Thanks MEgala.
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A wonderful poem by Mr. Blake! And your peacock photo is so lovely! 🙂 Perfect setting for a peacock to rest!
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Thanks a lot Carolyn.
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I am so glad to see this mesmerizing capture again😍😍
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You are very kind.
Thanks dear.
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